New inspiration for a story came to me a few days ago. I have some slight ideas...but ionno.
On a cold winter day in the south suburbs of Chicago, <a href=http://www.blogcdn.com/www.theboombox.com/media/2012/07/tiffany-evans-225-7302012.jpg>Nani</a> stood outside her parents’ home with all her bags and suitcases set up behind her at the end of the driveway. She was kicked out because she disobeyed and disrespected her parents by smoking in the house, coming in all kinds of hours at night, and especially for getting suspended from college for bad grades that eventually caused her to receive a low grade point average. What they did was something they have always done, which is tough love. However, this time, it wasn’t just mental but physical. She was on her own now at the young age of 18. After an hour of waiting, her friend <a href= http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n234/C_BK3/01.jpg>Kamren</a> pulls up and helps put her bags in the trunk of his white 2009 Nissan. They knew each other from the community college they both attended. Nani had only attended for a year before dropping out or even telling anyone.
“Where to,” he asks in a high, smooth voice as he drives off down the street. “Just…” Nani’s soft, honeyed voice fades barely above a whisper, “take me to that motel on Torrence right off the highway in Lansing.” “Okay,” he nods, glancing at her before going back to focus on the slush filled, snowy road. “You wanna talk about it?” “No,” she stares down as she fumbles with her hands, “but thank you, Kam.” “No problem Nani. Are you hungry? There are a few fast food restaurants on the way over if you want to stop by one of them.” “Yes, and Burger King please.” “Cool.” He turns up the music and exits out of the neighborhood making his way to the main road where traffic would slow them down a bit. “Man you know you can crash at my crib,” he says before wedging a cigarette between his lips and inhaling the fumes. “I know,” Nani sighs. She eyes all the food places they passed on the way. Kamren snickered and shook his head, “Somebody is starving,” he sung. “Shut up,” Nani smiled, feeling embarrassed.
“Me too though,” he blows out smoke through his nose. “A nigga ain’t eat since yesterday. My girl is tripping and my sister, too! Shid I need me a new btch or sumn. You got some friends, I know.” He glances at Nani to see her rolling her eyes. “Kam, ain’t your girlfriend pregnant?!” “AND!? A nigga need sumn to eat! I go to work and school! Her ass don’t do sht but go to work!” “Okay, so what about your sister? Don’t she work?” “My sister doesn’t do sht either! Alright…she watch my son sometimes, but other than that she sit up on the couch and watch tv with her lazy ass!” “Boy gone! YOU trippin’!” “Yeah iight,” he laughs. “Answer that,” he nods at his Samsung Galaxy phone sitting in the middle compartments’ cup holder. “What do you want from here,” Kamren asks Nani. She tells him her order as they pull up into Burger King. Nani picks up Kamren’s phone and answers. “Hello, you’ve reached Fck You and Yo Momma, how may I help you?” she says trying to hold back laughter.
“BTCH!” rang through the phone as the very short-tempered, raspy voice of <a href= http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/Classic_SoSo/7584171a3a0711e2942f22000a9f140e_7.jpg>Isaiah</a> responded, “you wanna repeat that?!” Nani busts into tears, leaning forward as she held her stomach. She catches her breath to say, “YEAH,” and goes back to laughing. “Whassup Izzy?” “Aye man ain’t nobody got time for yo broke, homeless ass! Yeah I saw you sitting out there on the street this morning btch!" Nani smacks her lips, "Fck you nigga! Why you ain't help me out then!" "If you ain't strippin then we aint't speaking! Yo When that nigga ready to holla at me tell him to hit me up!” Isaiah hangs up. “Izzy said that you can suck his dck!” Nani lied as she called him back. “Tsst…No wonder your parents kicked ya lying ass out,” Kamren smirked. He traded Nani the bag of food for his phone as they pulled off. While Kamren talked to Isaiah, Nani stuffed a burger and fries down her throat. By the time they made it to the motel 6, all she had was pop left. “Should’ve saved some for later,” Kamren stared at her. “Yeah, well McDonald’s is only a minute away. I can walk,” she shrugs. “Thanks Kam! I love you boy!” “Mm hm,” he nods watching her get out the car. “Aye, Izzy said he wanna fck with you!” Nani smacked her lips, “That nigga know he can’t handle me!” “Well I’m starting to wonder who can,” he sighs. "Me too," Nani says, slamming the car door and walks towards the motels’ lobby.